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    18 Oct 2019

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    World War I series. Detailed and immersive. Have read six works.

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    Crowley reels out of the Globe like a drunk. Every time he sees Aziraphale it's the same: Crowley loves him, Crowley wants him, Crowley goes off for a miserable wank afterward. Futile, infuriating. He doesn't feel miserable today. The lust is terrifying in its enormity, yes, but there's something else. Aziraphale looked at him like he was willing to be pleased. Like Crowley had pleased him.

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    Aziraphale does not want to stamp out demonic thoughts tonight. He felt wicked from the moment he alighted in Paris, dressed in his finest, and understood the gravity of his erreur. Crowley turned up to rescue him like a hero in a fairy story, and Aziraphale simply could not keep his wickedness to himself. He flirted with Crowley, shamelessly. And it felt good. By which he meant, deliciously wrong.

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    07 Oct 2019

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    They lay stickily, oilily, in a companionable sprawl across the wreck of the bed, and for the first time Crowley understood why the humans enjoyed sleep. He was about to go to sleep himself when Aziraphale sighed next to him, and sat up.

    His hair was flattened on one side and sticking up wildly on the other. There was a small mark like a bruise on his neck that hadn’t been there before. He couldn’t imagine where it had come from, seeing as there had been none of the violence that their respective Head Offices might have expected from an angel and a demon coming into such close contact. Quite the contrary: all he had done to Aziraphale’s neck had been kiss it, at length.

    “Thank you, that was very nice,” Aziraphale said, looking at a spot next to him rather than actually at him. There was a certain prim quality to his voice that wasn’t at all promising.

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    02 Oct 2019

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    “The rules are: apart from kissing, you don’t touch me, I don’t touch you. For the next two days.”

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    01 Oct 2019

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    "Looking like that?" Crowley says, and the Aziraphale of his imagination, rather than huffily miracling a more appropriate outfit, glances down at himself and says, "Oh."

    Crowley takes a step towards him, another, closing the distance very, very carefully.

    "That coat, to start with," he says, "not suitable at all. Gold braid, honestly. That—" and his hands are on the coat, and then under it, pushing it back off Aziraphale's shoulders, "—simply has to go."


    After rescuing Aziraphale from the Bastille, Crowley spent seventy years or so in bed. He even told Aziraphale so.

    He never technically said he was sleeping.

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    29 Sep 2019